Personification Quotes

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Criss Jami
“It often occurs that pride and selfishness are muddled with strength and independence. They are neither equal nor similar; in fact, they are polar opposites. A coward may be so cowardly that he masks his weakness with some false personification of power. He is afraid to love and to be loved because love tends to strip bare all emotional barricades. Without love, strength and independence are prone to losing every bit of their worth; they become nothing more than a fearful, intimidated, empty tent lost somewhere in the desert of self.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

Martin Luther
“That is what Reason can neither grasp nor endure, and what has offended all these men of outstanding talent who have been so received for so many centuries. Here they demand that God should act according to human justice, and do what seems right to them or else cease to be God.”
Martin Luther, The Bondage of the Will

Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Moon, that against the lintel of the west
Your forehead lean until the gate be swung,
Longing to leave the world and be at rest,
Being worn with faring and no longer young,
Do you recall at all the Carian hill
Where worn with loving, loving late you lay,
Halting the sun because you lingered still,
While wondering candles lit the Carian day?
Ah, if indeed this memory to your mind
Recall some sweet employment, pity me,
That even now the dawn's dim herald see!
I charge you, goddess, in the name of one
You loved as well: endure, hold off the sun.”
Edna Saint Vincent Millay, Unknown Book 7720699

Thomas Fuller
“A fox should not be of the jury at a goose's trial.”
Thomas Fuller

Kohta Hirano
“I need just be a bayonet, a bayonet named Diving Punishment. I wish I'd been born a storm. Or a menace. Or a single grenade. No heart, no tears, just as a terrible gale'd have been good. If [by doing this] I become that, then so be it.”
Kouta Hirano

Tana French
“That long sigh again, above us. This time I saw it, moving through the branches. Like the trees were listening; like they would've been sad about us, sad for us, only they'd heard it all so many thousand times before.”
Tana French, The Secret Place

Leonardo Donofrio
“Rome and New York were impressive, but they knew they were. They had the beauty of a vain woman who had squeezed herself into her favourite dress after hours of careful self worship. There was a raw, feral beauty about this landscape that was totally unselfconscious but no less real...There was no pomp or vainty here; this was an innocent, natural beauty, the best kind, like a woman first thing in the morning, lit up by the sun streaming through a window, who doesn't quite believe it when you tell her how beautiful she is.”
Leonardo Donofrio, Old Country

Kohta Hirano
“I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.”
Kouta Hirano

Marisa de los Santos
“Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.”
Marisa de los Santos, Falling Together

William Shakespeare
“Know the grave doth gape for thee thrice wider than for other men.”
William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2

Virgil
“Love conquers all. Let Love then smile at our defeat.”
Virgil, The Eclogues

Jennine Capo Crucet
“A stack of banged-up grocery carts humped each other in a metal orgy in the far corner of the new Sedano’s parking lot.”
Jennine Capo Crucet, Make Your Home Among Strangers

Rebecca McNutt
“There was nothing Mandy had wanted more than to give her full attention to the world of Personifications and ignore those who ignored her in society. She’d wanted to talk out loud to Alecto, to have conversations in front of other ordinary people. Unfortunately, to do that in front of ordinary people would only prove her insanity, and although Mandy was naïve at times, she wasn’t stupid.”
Rebecca McNutt, Shadowed Skies: The Third Smog City Novel

Will  Chancellor
“By December an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave.”
Will Chancellor, A Brave Man Seven Storeys Tall

Charles Dickens
“Hunger was pushed out of the tall houses, in the wretched clothing that hung upon poles and lines; Hunger was patched into them with straw and rag and wood and paper; Hunger was repeated in every fragment of the small modicum of firewood that the man sawed off; Hunger stared down from the smokeless chimneys, and started up from the filthy street that had no offal, among its refuse, of anything to eat. Hunger was the inscription on the baker's shelves, written in every small loaf of his scanty stock of bad bread; at the sausage-shop, in every dead-dog preparation that was offered for sale. Hunger rattled its dry bones among the roasting chestnuts in the turned cylinder; Hunger was shred into atomics in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.”
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

Leonardo Donofrio
“Village life gently swirled around them, with the perpetual ebb and flow of people, scurrying in every direction. The village was a living, organic entity, with blood flowing through its veins, and with a definite pulse and heartbeat. It had its own distinct personality and its own dark caustic humour, and was constantly processing and regurgitating information through its winding, meandering streets.”
Leonardo Donofrio, Old Country

Lydia Davis
“This dull, difficult novel I have brought with me on my trip—I keep trying to read it. I have gone back to it so many times, each time dreading it and each time finding it no better than the last time, that by now it has become something of an old friend. My old friend the bad novel.”
Lydia Davis, Can't and Won't: Stories

Mary Ellen Hannibal
“In the tide pool I was riveted by fat pink sea stars sitting like satisfied gangsters and seemingly unconcerned by their exposure; gulls would peck at them but the sea stars simply grew replacement limbs.”
Mary Ellen Hannibal, Citizen Scientist: Searching for Heroes and Hope in an Age of Extinction

Moonshine Noire
“(...) pick up your axe, start at the roots

don't miss the trunk, never forget:

to end life truly and finally

start at the roots or end there.”
Moonshine Noire

Neel Mukherjee
“The sanction made the unsaid even more palpable, as if the thoughts had been waiting outside the room, and had at last been given permission to enter; now there was no denying their presence.”
Neel Mukherjee, The Lives of Others

Richard L. Mabry
“His unfinished project stared back at Nick from the computer screen, the cursor accusing him with every blink.”
Richard L. Mabry

Flannery O'Connor
“I like to walk in the woods and see what Mother Nature is wearing.”
Flannery O'Connor, Good Country People

Dexter Palmer
“This had been happening more and more often: the two of us come upon each other by accident in the early hours of the morning and take solace in each others' company, weathering out the peril of being awake at this time of night, when thoughts that are neatly ordered or justly murdered during the day come loose from their moorings and out of their graves, to tie themselves to each other in new and dangerous ways.”
Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

Dan Chaon
“Your Mom's Car. Think about that. Try to wrap your brain around the supernatural and spiritual implications that the name bears down you. Your Mom's Car, holding its hand out straight, fingers curled, a zombie reaching for your neck.”
Dan Chaon, Ill Will

Paulette Jiles
“The road ran along the north side of the river, a shy and obsequious road that dodged every bank and lift and wound through the pecan trees and never insisted on its own way.”
Paulette Jiles, News of the World

“The manor house creaked with joy to have someone inside it again. It let a floorboard give way just to feel him brush against its walls.”
T.R. Darling

Rebecca McNutt
“Oh, trust me Sydney Tar Ponds, you aren’t the first Personification to be forgotten by somebody ordinary,” Mearth sighed with a falsely-reassuring smile. Alecto stepped back from her, glaring hatefully. “Sydney Tar Ponds,” Mearth added, “I’ve had so many ordinary people as friends in my life that by now I’ve forgotten all their names. At first it was difficult… very sad… to see them always leaving, dying, disappearing, ignoring, but after a while I realized that they weren’t worth the trouble. I’d rather be in the company of other Personifications. At least they aren’t always dropping dead like houseflies or sailing away to parts unknown. Nil sa saol seo ach ceo, i ni bheimid beo, ach seal beag gearr. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“No,” Alecto told her. “I think you’re insane.”
Rebecca McNutt, Shadowed Skies: The Third Smog City Novel

Omar El Akkad
“The sun broke through a pilgrimage of clouds and cast its unblinking eye upon the Mississippi Sea.”
Omar El Akkad, American War

E.M. Forster
“But Love cannot understand this. He cannot comprehend another's infinity; he is conscious only of his own—flying sunbeam, falling rose, pebble that asks for one quiet plunge below the fretting interplay of space and time. He knows that he will survive at the end of things, and be gathered by Fate as a jewel from the slime, and be handed with admiration round the assembly of the gods.”
E.M. Forster, Howards End

Iris Murdoch
“As for me — there is another partner waiting for me, a teacher whom I knew long ago — his name is solitude. I am glad to be back here among my English friends . . . But I shall come back here to an empty flat and close the door, and I shall lean back against the door, as I recall I used to when I was young, and breathe deeply and feel the deep relief and liberation of coming home to solitude, coming home to myself.”
Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

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